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amber lies scattered over the fading ground
precious tones born of things now dead
Mortal Angel
And I, once an angel, am now bound to your mortal world, abandoned in the fog of Time. And you, pretty one, you look far more an angel than I, Heaven's Light resides in the corner of your bright eyes, eagerly finding beauty in all things. My eyes only darken, and I, who should be so much more than you, cannot see what you see.
precious tones born of things now dead
Mortal Angel
And I, once an angel, am now bound to your mortal world, abandoned in the fog of Time. And you, pretty one, you look far more an angel than I, Heaven's Light resides in the corner of your bright eyes, eagerly finding beauty in all things. My eyes only darken, and I, who should be so much more than you, cannot see what you see.